WARNING: There will be suicide in this chapter but I'll put a warning before it actually happens.
A/N: The angst is back people! And so is the dutch! If it bothers you please let me know and I'll stop it. Happy reading! :)
Chapter 33
Slowly things got better after that. Because of her mother or father would stay with her during the night, the nightmare kept on decreasing. When they finally got down to one nightmare every two to three nights she decided to sleep on her own again.
Once she decided to do that her nightmares came back again, but now she had a better way of getting rid of them. So in no time at all she had a somewhat regular sleeping schedule.
After a month of therapy and rehabilitation for her hand they decided to go back to school again. Her parents had been very hesitant to let her go, they thought it would be rather dangerous and maybe even harmful.
But her therapist thought it was for the best and so did John and Sherlock. When she called them to talk about it they had been incredibly supportive. They had started to call every three days to give them an update and to just keep up to date with everything. Eventually her parents caved and they made preparations.
They made plans with her school so she would have a failsafe. They allowed her to sit with Davy and they would always allow her to leave her classroom without explanation if necessary. Even with that in mind she was incredibly nervouse as she got onto her bike to bike to her school. She plugged in her head phones and the entire way to her school she listen to her music and managed to stay calm.
When she finally arrived into the bike stand her friends were waiting for her. Elizabeth squeezed her silver key quickly before getting of her bike and pulling out her earplugs. Her friends embarrassed her the second her feet touched the ground. "Oh god Elizabeth! We zijn zo blij dat je terug bent! (Oh god Elizabeth! We are so happy to have you back!)"
They grabbed her hand and dragged her towards school. "Je hebt zoveel gemist! We hebben een mega ambetante stagiaire, maar we gaan hem wel kunnen weg jagen denk ik. (You missed so much! We have this extremely annoying intern, but we think we can scare him of.)"
"Jullie zijn zo'n assholes! (You guys are such big assholes!)" "Nee, hij verdient echt wel! Hij wordt uit het niks mega kwaad! (No, he really deserves it! He gets made over the littlest things!)"
When the bell rang they walked inside of the classroom. Her seat was in front of the class and she could feel the eyes of her classmates in her back. She started to panic slightly and had the incredible urge to get up and leave, but Davy grabbed her hand and made her sit down. "Je kunt dit Elizabeth. Het komt wel goed. (You can do this Elizabeth. It will be alright.)"
Her hand flew up to her throat as she reached for her necklace, she squeeze the metal in her fist and took a couple of calming breaths as her favourite teacher walked into the classroom. He thought history and he was only 25 years old. He had this kind of hippie yet stylish look, his black curls moved slightly as he moved.
He looked at her for a second, she was a little worried that he might ask some questions but he smiled kindly at her. "Goed om je terug te hebben. (Good to have you back.)" Her friend and nudged her. "Oh! Hij is blij dat je terug bent! (Oh, he is happy to have you back!)" She wriggled her eyebrows seductively. "Stop ermee Davy! (Quite it Davy!)"
The rest of the lesson went the same, every time he looked at them, Davy would make a similar remark. It was like the good old days. Eventually the class was over and they grabbed their books. As they went to the next class the classmates flocked around her.
The situation became very awkward very fast as she waited for them to ask a question. However they seemed to be a little nervouse. "Het is tijd om naar de volgende les te gaan. Komaan. (It is time to for the next class. Come on!)" Her teacher pushed them outside of the class, dispersing the entire class.
Davy and Elizabeth hurried towards chemistry to avoid any question. "Ik ga er niet onderuit geraken denk ik. (I want get out of this will I?)" "Wat bedoel je? (What do you mean?)" " "Ik bedoel, ik zal uiteindelijk wel wat vragen moeten beantwoorden. (I mean, I will probably have to answer some questions.)"
"Ik denk het, maar we kunnen het vermijden voor even als je het wilt. (Probably, but we could avoid it for a little while.)" "Ik weet het niet, misschien moet ik best alles gewoon snel beantwoorden. Dan is het gedaan. (I don't know, maybe I should just get it over and done with. Then it might be over.)"
"Je moet doen wat je denkt wat het beste is. (You should do what you think is best.)" "Ik denk dat dit het beste is. (I think that this is the best option I have.)" "Oke dan, dan weten wat we zullen doen na chemie. (Alright, now we know what we can do during chemistry.)"
The entire chemistry lesson she sat there fidgeting nervously. She wasn't sure what her friends would ask but she knew it wouldn't be all that easy to answer. After 50 minutes of waiting the school bell rang through the building and everyone got ready to leave. They had a 10 min break, which meant she didn't really have a way to 'escape'.
Elizabeth squeezed Davy's hand quickly as her classmates hesitantly moved towards them. She squeezed back. "Uhm, Elizabeth. Zou het oke zijn als we… Mogen we misschien…. (Uhm, Elizabeth. Would it be alright if we… Could we maybe….)" Pieter rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do. "Ja, je mag me vragen stellen als jullie willen. (Yes, you can ask me questions if you want.)" "Zeker? (Are you sure?)" "Heel zeker. (Very sure.)"
For a second everyone was silent till finally Hanne asked the first question. "Klopt het dat je kidnapped was omdat Sherlock een crush heeft op jouw? (Is it true that you were kidnapped because Sherlock has a crush on you?)" The absurdity of the question took her so off guard that she actually laughed. "Oh god neeneenee! Waar heb je dat gehoort! (Oh god nonono! Where did you hear that?)"
"Waarom ben je dan onvoert geweest? (So why were you kidnapped then?)" "Ik was op de verkeerde plaats op de verkeerde moment. (I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.)" Seeing that the answer didn't satisfy her classmates she elaborated. "Moriarty is een soort van aartsvijand van Sherlock en John. Hij 'speelt spelletjes' met hen om hen te manipuleren. Om het interesanter te maken wou hij iemand van buiten binnen brengen. Ik werd gekozen. (Moriarty is like an arch nemesis of John and Sherlock. He likes to 'play games' to manipulate them. To make it more interesting he decided to bring an outsider inside.)"
After that the questions came a lot quicker. They wanted to know where she had been taken to. How the men had been. What Moriarty had wanted with her? When she told them what she had gone through one of the boys went to the bathroom and puked. They were all horrified but also entranced with the pure horror of everything. So it was no surprise for her that they didn't feel like stopping when they had to leave for their next class.
The teacher got pretty pissed when they didn't stop talking during the class and wouldn't sit into their chairs. She tried to tell them to go home but they ignored her. Suddenly he slammed his hand hard onto her table to quiet them all down. The sudden violent outburst caught her of guard and when he rose her voice she flinched horribly.
Davy shot into action immediately to prevent a panic attack by pulling her into a hug. "Je bent oke. Je bent oke. Je bent oke. (You are alright. You are alright. You are alright.)" "Ik weet het. Sorry ik was gewoon geschrokken. (I know. I am sorry, I just got spooked.)" She assured her friend. The teacher was still fuming but he had been surprised by her reaction.
She didn't recognize him and quickly realised it was the intern. Her classmates had started to go back to their seats, mumbling swears underneath their breath. Davy groaned underneath her breath. "God ik haat deze klootzak. (God I hate this bastard.)" "Zo erg kan hij toch niet zijn? (He can't be that bad.)" "Je hebt geen idea. (You have no idea.)"
Turns out Davy was right about Mr. Van de Polle, he was a grade an asshole. He screamed nearly the entire class, even when no one did anything. She noticed the absolute hatred from the students towards him. They did everything they could do to him without actually getting into trouble.
They would answer his questions but they would answer with the most useless and bizarre answers possible. He was their German teacher, they'd answer in a different language or just sprout some math formulas. When he got angry they would complain that they just didn't understand what he was saying.
At the end he got so angry he actually threw his eraser at them. Elizabeth felt slightly uncomfortable seeing as she sat completely at the front of the class, but it was pretty funny. When the class was dismissed she was yet again completely surrounded by her classmates, and several other different people she didn't actually know.
At the end of the 4 period they had an hour and a half of free time which meant she practically had an entire Q and A session. But she did as she promised and answered all the question. It wasn't till she was asked to show them her scars that she refused. She honestly didn't feel like stripping in front of them.
Honestly she started to get really frustrated, all she really wanted was to go hang out with her friends, and she didn't like all the attention she was getting. When the day drew to an end however, the questions started to slow down though.
The next day there were only a couple of questions anymore, and the day after that there were none. The entertainment that was her pain had passed, it wasn't interesting anymore, and she couldn't be more grateful. Things were going quite well until one day.
It was during a German class that she completely lost her shit. She had excused herself several times during the week when everything felt a little too overwhelming and none of the teachers had made a problem out of it, neither had her classmates.
It was during the lesson of Van de Polle made her crazy, he had been screaming at them an entire lesson and had been throwing things at them. Her breathing was becoming irregular and she couldn't focus on anything, she had tried everything. She clutched her necklace and did breathing exercises, her friend tried to help at a certain point even her classmates around her were trying to help.
But it was becoming too much so she gave up, if she wanted to avoid getting a panic attack she had to leave. So as to the agreement she quietly got up and left for the door. She was halfway there when the intern shifted her attention to her. "Wat denk je wel dat je aan het doen bent? (What do you think you are doing?)"
"Uhm… Ik voel me niet zo goed dus ik ga naar buiten. (I don't feel all that well so I am going to go outside.)" If she thought she had seen him angry before she had been wrong. "En jij denkt dat dat zomaar mag! Je moet dat niet vragen ofzo! Je bent hier niet de baas! Dat ben ik! Ga terug zitten! (You think you can just do that! You think you don't have to ask for premision? You aren't the boss here! I am! Sit back down!)"
"Maar ik mag normal gezien… (But normally I am allowed to…)" "Het boeit me niet wat je denkt! Niet omdat jij ontvoert bent geweest en gemartelt bent dat je alles mag! (I don't care what you though! Not because you were kidnapped and tortured that you are allowed to do anything you want!)"
She backed away from him, Davy got up to stop him but she was too late. "De afspraak was toch? (Wasn't that the agreement.)" "Luister hier jij verveelend nest! (Listen here you brat!)" He grabbed her by her shoulder and shook her harshly. "Zit terug neer! (Sit back down!)" The sudden movement send her over her the edge.
She let out a terrified scream and fell onto the ground covering her face with her hands. Elizabeth was rocking back and forth, her breathing was completely out of controle and she couldn't hear anything anyone was saying. It was just a disorientating mumbling. She was vaguely aware of someone saying her name, but it only made everything worse.
When a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders she let out another scream and lashed out, slamming her attacker onto the ground in reflex. More hands pulled her from her attacker and restrained her, but she wouldn't let him hurt her again. "NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!" Suprisingly he actually listened. In an attempt to get away she crawled underneath the desk of her teacher.
For a second they left her there, quivering underneath the chair of her teacher. None of them knew what to do. Finally it was Mr. Van de Polle who moved, he didn't really seem confused or apologetic but still angry. He got down on his knees and tried to grab her again. "Stop met zo dramatisch te doen en kom van onder mijn bank, for fucks sake! (Stop being so dramatic and come from my bank for fucks sake!)"
She lashed out angrily and kicked him in the face. "What the hell! Klootzak! Fuck! (What the hell! Bitch! Fuck!)" He was bleeding from his nose and fell to the ground. Davy ran passed him and got onto her knees. "Elizabeth. Luister naar mij. Je bent oke, je bent op school. Niemand gaat je pijn doen. Kom alstublieft van onder de bank. (Elizabeth. Listen to me. I am okay, you are at school. No one is going to hurt you. Please get from underneath the bench.)"
When her teacher wanted to try to reach her again the class sprung in action to defend her. They grabbed him by the arm and dragged him backwards. "Laat haar met rust! (Leave her alone!)" She flinched at the scream but slowly but surely Davy managed to get her out from under the bench. She was still shaking slightly but she was starting to calm down again.
Once she could see a bit clearly she noticed something on Davy's neck, a small trickle of blood. "Oh god Davy! Heb ik dat gedaan? (Oh god Davy! Did I do that!)" "Het is niet erg, wees gerust. (It isn't that bad, don't worry.)" "Het spijt mij zo hard! Ik wou je geen pijn doen! (I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!)" "Ik ben oke, belooft! (I am okay, I promise.)" Elizabeth looked around the room carefully, all of the students looked shocked, and some of them looked scared.
Then she noticed the teacher, he looked positively dangerous, the blood running down his face making it even more horrible. He looked like he was going to explode, but before he could Davy took her hand and left for the door. "Wij gaan naar buiten. (We are going outside.)"
Chapter 34
The next couple of days started to become slightly better again. Her class let the incident slide, and moved on. After a month without any big problems she decided to take school a step further by participating in P.E. Elizabeth was incredibly nervouse, none of her class mates had actually seen her scars. Only her parents and her best friends had seen it, now everyone was going to see it.
Another thing was that she hadn't really told anyone about her joining the class except her teachers. Her P.E. double hour was the last hour of the Friday so when she came into the class with her P.E. bag they started asking question. She got through the day with little to no problem.
They walked into the dressing room and unpacked her bag. Not really wanting to start with her bag she took of her pants and shoes, a couple of people looked to find something. The only thing on her legs was the burn mark on her thigh which was nearly covered by her underwear. It wasn't cover fully though and someone noticed and nudged her friend.
Elizabeth heard them whisper slightly about what it could be, deciding she didn't want them to just speculate and spread rumours she spoke up. "Dat zijn zijn initialen. (Those are his initials.)" "Wat? (What?)" Asked Jana, a smaller girl from the other class. She was pretty nice but normally incredibly shy.
"Het zijn initialen. Jim Moriarty. Hij heeft dat er in gebrand. (Those are his initials. Jim Moriarty. He had it burned into me.)" "Serius? Wat een psychopaat! (Really? What a psychopath!)" "No shit." She mumbled softly. She pulled her joggings on and tied her shoes.
Her hands were shaking slightly as she pulled up her shirt. This caused a lot bigger reaction, most of them gasped but one of them screamed in shock at the angry scars that littered her back. When she turned around in surprise at the scream someone even fainted at the sight of her stomach. Though slightly fade the white letters were still clearly visible. Sherlock.
Their P.E. teacher ran into the room without nocking. "Ik hoorde iemand schreeuwen! Wat is er aan de hand! Is er iets gebeurt! (I heard someone scream! What is going on! Did something happen!)" Normally most girls would have let out a little yelp and tried to cover up when their teacher ran in, but now they just stood staring at her.
Not realising what was going on Mr Tealmen ran to help the fainted girl who was waking up again. "Wat is er gebeurt? (What happened)" When no one responded he realised that they were all staring at Elizabeth. She had started to feel rather panicked and didn't know how to react to this.
Mr Tealmen stepped forward hesitantly before stopping himself. He coughed awkwardly as he pulled his eyes from her stomach. "Komaan jullie zijn al laat. (Let get going, you guys are already late.)" He checked on the girl that had fainted one more time before leaving the room.
The silence he left behind before Jana broke it again. "Heeft hij dat allemaal echt gedaan? (Did he really do all of that?)" She nodded slightly, which left all of them in a really awkward situation. I mean, what you say in this situation. The only thing she could do to make it stop was put on her shirt and get out of the room as fast as possible. Strangely enough it worked, once she started to get dressed again the rest of the class snapped out of it and continued as well.
After the class they had to get undressed again. This time none of them reacted as big, she could hear some people gasp again and stare a little but they tried to cover it up again. When she got home her parents interrogated her about what happened and seemed rather angry at the students for reacting in such a way. Elizabeth on the other had was ecstatic, she hadn't had a panic attack, the class was trying its best to stay calm and ignore the scars. She would get through this.
And she was. Everyday started to go better than the next. Her therapist was surprised at her progress but she kept on helping her. John and Sherlock would check on her regularly and gave her advice when she had trouble. They kept her updated on the case of Moriarty, which was the only bad news she got. He had despaired into thin air and they had no way of finding him.
She held onto the thought that Moriarty would keep his promise that he was done with her. As long as she believed that she would be okay. He couldn't touch her hear, he couldn't touch her, he wouldn't.
After several months of rehabilitation she started to feel normal again, her nightmares were nearly gone, she only had panic attacks when someone was violent near her. Elizabeth had started to participate in kickboxing lessons with 5 of her best friends and dyed her hair bright blue. She thought it was rather funny that if she had painted her hair before a lot of people would have shunned her, however now they told her how brave she was for taking life back into her own hands.
How ridicules people were when it came to problems. But that didn't matter now, it was Christmas vacation! She didn't have school, she just had friends and family to worry about for two weeks. She went to a couple of parties with her family and went to the movie with friends.
There was one day she was particularly happy about, she was finally going to be home alone for an entire day again. It was something she enjoyed immensely, the pure freedom of having no one judging and watching her.
That day was today, her parents had taken them to the beach. She had asked to stay home and after a bit of begging they agreed. So now she was sitting in her PJ with a big bowl of spaghetti in front of the television enjoying life to the fullest. Suddenly the phone rang. Sighing she got up, it was probably just her grandmother, she was the only one who still called on the landline.
"Hallo dit is Elizabeth, hoe kan ik jou helpen? (Hello, this is Elizabeth, how can I help you?)" "Hello sweetie." A horrible voice came through the phone, it was a low voice with a horrible cheeriness to it. She nearly dropped the phone when she recognized the voice. "Now don't hang up dearie. It won't end well for anyone."
She shivered and a small sob came from her lips. "No. Please no." "How have you been Elizabeth?" "No, no. You said you would leave me alone!" "Sorry but I am sooooooooo changeable! I suggest you don't hang up. If you do I'll blow everyone up. Understood?" She wanted to hang up and hide underneath the covers till her parents came back home.
She reached for her cell phone but the screen was black and wouldn't turn on again. "Yes, I am sorry buy you won't be able to call anyone." Panic reached a critical point as she ran for the door and swung it open. "Don't. I would really appreciate it if you stay inside." "You… You… You… You can see me?" "Well of course I can dear! It is more fun this way. Now I am going to call someone else as well. You can try to talk but it he won't be able to hear you and it will just annoy me. I don't think you'll like it when I get annoyed."
She let out a tiny gasp and nodded in reflex. "Good girl." He purred. The phone started to ring again as she waited till for someone to pick up. "Baker Street. Who do you need?" Her breath hitched as she recognized Sherlock's bored voice through the phone. "Hello pretty boy!" "Moriarty. What do you want?" Elizabeth knew that this was going to go horribly wrong and started to yell for her neighbours hoping they would react, but she doubted it.
"Well Sherlock I was very bored and I thought you might be able to help me." "Moriarty I am not interested in your games Moriarty." "Yes you are. You would get bored without me. You need a challenge once in a while." Her throat was starting to hurt from all the screaming and no one was reacting. They probably thought that they were playing.
"Well Sherlock, it doesn't really matter what you want. If you don't comply I will blow both of the bombs up." "Both?" "Yes Sherlock both. The one in the car and the other one in the building." Oh god no… She needed to get someone to help her, he was going to blow up the car of her family.
"So Sherlock you get to choose. Either I blow up the car which will kill 4 people, or I blow up The Shard and kill hundreds of people. Your choice." "There is more. Who are the people in the car?" "Aw come on! Can't you guess?" There was a second of silence. "Stay away from her."
"I promise you I won't hurt a single hair on her head." "No I know you won't, but stay away from her family as well." "Well it is a little too late for that." "You said you would leave her alone." "I got bored. Now it is interesting again." "So choose, or I will blow both of them up."
Elizabeth grabbed her phone as tightly as possible. Some part of her knew what he was going to choose, but she just couldn't really believe it. "Moriarty don't do this." "Oh that isn't any fun! Pretty, pretty, pretty please." "I won't make the choice, Moriarty." "Fine, then I'll blow both of them up. Thanks for playing."
"No. Wait." "I knew you were going to play." "Moriarty, please don't do this. I'll do anything." "Really now." For a second she had hope, maybe he could convince her to do something else. "Too bad I don't want you to do anything else. Choose. Now, or I will blow them up."
"Okay blow up the." "No, no, no. Tell me what you want. Tell me who you want to blow up." Elizabeth could hear an anger tremble in Sherlock's voice. "I want you to blow up Elizabeth's family." "NO!" she screamed. "Elizabeth?" the phone cut of as she fell to the ground and dropped the phone.
She grabbed the phone and thought about dialling the police, but what could they really do? Desperately she punched her mother's number, and waited as it rang. "God damn it pick up!" Finally she picked up. "Hey schatje. (Hey darling)" "Mama stop de auto en stap uit! Moriarty heeft er een bom in de auto gestoken. (Mum stop the car en get out! Moriarty put a bomb in the car!)"
"Wat? (What?)" "Nu! (Now!)" Elizabeth could hear her mother talking behind to her family. "Mark stop de auto! Er zit een bom in! (Mark stop the car! There is a bomb!)" "Wat? (What?)" "Een bom! Stop het! (A bomb! Stop it!)" Elizabeth could hear the tires screech loudly as her dad pulled the car over. "Haast je! (Hurry!)" She screamed into the phone.
"Iedereen uit de auto! Snel! (Everyone out of the car! Fast!)": Her mother yelled. The next thing she knew her ears were filled with the sound of screeching metal and the screams of her family. "Mum?!" The sound stopped suddenly as the phone cut off. Her phone slipped from her hand and she dropped onto her knees. This couldn't be happening, she started to shake and her breathing caught in her throat.
She stayed onto the ground and curled up. No this wasn't happening, this was a dream, and this wasn't real. She didn't know how long it was but suddenly her cell phone rang. She could hear it ring but couldn't bring herself to pick it up. It didn't stop ringing, she just wanted it to stop. The longer it kept on ringing the more frustrated she became. Finally she snapped and threw the phone across the room in angry cry.
Pure rage made her go crazy, she stared grabbed her glass from the table and threw it to the ground. It was quickly followed by her cereal bowl, the milk and everything else. All she could think about was the screaming of her mother in her ear and the rest of the family crying in pain the background.
She was vaguely aware of sirens coming closer till it stopped at her front door. Someone knocked on the door. "Dit is de policie. Is hier iemand? (This is the police. Is there someone here?)" She couldn't bring herself to answer, they would be there soon enough. The door was still open so the officer walked in cautiously and looked at her surprise. "Elizabeth?" a female voice spoke softly.
"Is er nog iemand hier? (Is there someone else here?)"This time it was a male, so there were two people here. When she didn't react to them the woman kneeled down next to her as well as she could. She had to be careful seeing as there was broken glass, milk and a lot of other rumble on the ground. "Elizabeth? Kun je me horen? (Elizabeth? Can you hear me?)"
Elizabeth knew she should probably nod but her body wouldn't cooperate, instead she curled up even more. "Heb je je pijn gedaan? Kun je rechtstaan? (Did you hurt yourself? Can you stand up?)" The police officer carefully grabbed her shoulder and turned her over so she had to look at her. "Je bent oke Elizabeth. Je bent veilig. (You are okay Elizabeth. You are safe.)"
"Mijn familie. (My family.)" She managed to whisper. When she didn't react Elizabeth let out another sob. "Nee. (No.)" "Help me haar hier uit te krijgen, anders doet ze zich nog pijn. (Help me get her out of here, she might hurt herself again.)" The woman might have whispered it but that didn't stop her from hearing it.
When the two sets of hands grabbed her to pick her up she tensed up. "Het is oke Elizabeth, we gaan niets laten geburen. (It is okay Elizabeth, we aren't going to let anything happen to you.)"
They managed to lift her up from the rubble and shifted her so that she was curled up in the officer's arm. She carefully shifted Elizabeth so she was as comfortable as possible. Elizabeth was carried into the police car and they drove towards the police station.
They told her that she was in shock but that they would help her through it. Her godparents had been called but one of them hadn't picked up the phone for one reason or another and the other one had been one vacation so it would be difficult for her to get here. They asked her if she wanted to call someone, maybe a friend of family, but she didn't respond to a single question.
When they finally arrived they managed to get her to stand up and helped her walk towards the office. They took her to a private room and wrapped a shock blanket around her. "Elizabeth, wie moeten we bellen. (Elizabeth, who should we call?)" Taking a shaky breath she finally looked up at the woman. "Sherlock." "Wat? (What?)" "Ik wil Sherlock bellen. (I want to call Sherlock.)" "Oke. (Okay)" they handed her a phone, seeing as she thrown it across the room. She had memorised his number and called the detective.
He picked up almost immediately. "Hello? Elizabeth?" "Sherlock." "Oh god! I have been trying to call you. John and I are on the way." "Sherlock." "We will there as soon as possible." "Sherlock." The detective was silent and waited for her. "My family is gone." "Elizabeth." "They are dead. I heard them die, I heard them scream. I heard the bomb go off."
"I am so sorry Elizabeth. I am so sorry I couldn't stop him. I am so sorry I hurt you. I should have done something. I understand if you don't want me to come over." "No. I need you too. I want you too. I. Just. Please come. I don't want to be alone." "Alright. We are coming, we will be here as soon as possible. Is there someone there with you? Friends? Maybe Davy?" "No. I don't want them to get sucked into this. What if he comes after them?" "You shouldn't be alone Elizabeth."
"I am fine. I'll be okay." "Elizabeth, just call someone please." "Just hurry." She hung up the phone and gave it back to the officer. "Hij zal hier snel zijn. (He'll be here soon.)" It would be at least another three hours and a half till they got here. So she was stuck in the police office. They had her fill in all the legal forms and took her statement.
They had a doctor come over to make sure she was fine and hadn't hurt her too bad. She had several cuts and bruises from the shards on the ground, but other than that she was fine. During the entire procedure she asked them about her family and what had happened to them. She knew they had died but she wasn't satisfied with the answers they were giving her, she had to know more.
Eventually they had no choice but to answers her questions.
Chapter 35
WARNING! Suicide, don't read if easily triggered
They sat her down and explained to her what had happened. Because she had called her mother and warned them they managed to get off the road, which saved several other people. A couple of other people got hurt but no one else died.
The bomb had been in the bottom of the car and next to the motor which made the blast impossible to survive. Her brother and sister had died the fastest in only a couple of seconds because of the heat. Her parents had died slower, only a couple of seconds but still slower. They had felt more pain, all of them had been in pain. Their bodies had been burned beyond recognition.
Sherlock and John would be here in a half an hour he said. "Ik moet naar het WC. (I need to go to the bathroom.)" She sat down on the bottom of the ground of the bathroom and locked the door. She pulled her legs up to her knees and waited for something to happen.
Her family was gone. Her parents were gone, so was her brother and her sister. Her little innocent sister, she was still so small, she had so much to look forward too. Her little brother, he had been so protective of her and she had let him down. She should have saved them, one way or the other.
And now the people who were going to help her were on their way, but one of them had sentenced them to death. She knew it wasn't his fault, she knew he made the right choice, but he had killed them. Moriarty had the power to kill everyone she cared about in a heartbeat. He would never stop doing it until he had killed them all just for his sick pleasure.
She had no way of saving them, she couldn't protect her family, so she wouldn't be able to save her friends either. Everyone she cared about was in danger because of her, because she was alive. "Elizabeth? Alles oke? (Elizabeth? Everything alright?)" "Jaja. Ik voel me gewoon niet zo goed. (Yeah. I just don't feel all that well.)" She lied.
She looked around the bathroom opening all of the cabinets. There was a lot of toilet paper and cleaning products. Nothing good enough, she wasn't sure if the products would be enough. Elizabeth laid towels on the sink and wrapped her hand in another towel before slamming it into the mirror.
She hesitantly grabbed a shard and pressed it against her forearm. She stopped, it hurt a lot, but she had definitely endured worse. She took a deep breath and bit her lip hard, and started to cut again. She closed her eyes and slit downwards, the blood started to flow faster and the pain was starting to get worse.
When her arm was done she dropped the shard onto the ground, she wasn't sure if she could actually cut the next arm. Her breathing was laboured and her entire body was shaking as she rested her head against the wall.
She didn't know how long it would take but she wished it would go faster, the pain was increasing as the blood stream became stronger. She had to do this. If she didn't do this her friends would get hurt. If she didn't die, everyone would suffer.
"Elizabeth, zeker dat je oke bent? (Elizabeth are you sure that you are okay.)" "Ja, ja. Laat me even alleen. (Yeah. Just leave me alone for a second.)" Her voice was trembling but they seemed to buy it.
Elizabeth started to feel tired and cold, her eyelids were dropping and she couldn't keep her head up. A sudden bang on the door shook her slightly more awake. "Elizabeth!" she recognized the deep British voice. It was Sherlock.
Sherlock's P.O.V.
When he got the call it horrified him. He knew what he would choose and he knew that Moriarty knew that as well. He didn't have a lot of choice, but that didn't make it a lot easier. There was nothing he could do, he couldn't warn anyone let alone call someone to save Elizabeth's family. If he so much as moved the sniper pointed at her chest would have killed him and everyone would have died.
What he hadn't been prepared for was hearing Elizabeth scream at the end of the conversation. Moriarty had made her listen, she had heard everything, and she had heard him telling Moriarty to kill her entire family. The second the phone cut the sniper left and he jumped into action. He called Mycroft who didn't pick up, he was probably busy with something way to important. So he called 112, the Belgium emergency number. "There is a bomb in the car of Mark Van Parijs. You need to track it and get them out."
"Sir, please tell me where you got this information?" "We don't have time for this! My name is Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty has planted a bomb in their car, please you need to get them out of their!" "We have given this information to the police, please stay on the phone with us." "You need to hurry! They don't have that much time!" The woman was about to give ask another question but stopped herself. "What is it?" "I am sorry sir, but we are getting calls that a car has just exploded on the Kortrijkse Steenweg." Sherlock turned off the phone, he was calm for only a couple seconds before cursing loudly. John came running from downstairs where he had been having tea with Mrs Hudson. "What is going on?"
"Get a bag! We are going to Belgium!" "What are you talking about? Did something happen to Elizabeth." "Moriarty killed her family!" "What?" "I'll explain on the way! Just hurry!" Both of them had an emergency bag if they had to leave in a hurry and they were out the door in a second. Sherlock grabbed John by the arm and dragged them into the cab, he called Lestrade who cleared the road for them.
As they sat in the cab Sherlock told John what had happened, John sat there in shock. "Why didn't you get me when he called?" "Snipers." "Snipers?" "He had one pointed at my chest so I wouldn't get help." "And you are sure that it was their car?" "Yes, cars don't randomly explode. I even checked the road it happened on, it was close to her home." "We need to call Elizabeth."
John grabbed his phone and dialled her number, no responds. He tried again and again, even calling her house phone, but that went to voicemail immediately. Once they got to the train station they got onto the first train to Belgium. They would arrive in Belgium within three hours, but that wasn't fast enough, they were worried she might hurt herself. The entire train drive was incredibly terrifying but nervously, all they wanted was to see them again.
The second they got off the train there was a car ready for them to leave. Sherlock silently thanked Lestrade for making sure they didn't have to deal with customs. He was about to try and call Elizabeth again but the phone went off by itself. "It is a Belgium number." Sherlock picked up and John waited as he heard them talking. He noticed Sherlock face dropped and his body language said it all. Sherlock's voice lowered as he spoke softly to her, John knew that he was panicking and placed a hand on his shoulder.
When Elizabeth hung up Sherlock seemed terrified. "Bring us to the police station of Ghent now." "Why is she there?" "I think the police brought her there, she is alone right now. We need to hurry." When the cab driver didn't speed up Sherlock flipped. "Hurry the fuck up! We won't let the police arrest you." He showed the driver Lestrade badge, the man was a little hesitant but finally pressed on the gas pedal and hurried up.
There were still a lot of cars on the road seeing as Lestrade didn't have any really authority here. They finally arrived at the office and they threw down some money and ran inside. They faintly heard the man screaming something about them not paying her with the right money, but they couldn't care less.
As they ran into the police office. "Where is Elizabeth?" the officers were a little taken aback by the sudden intrusion of the two men. They were about to kick them out when one of the officers stopped them. "She is in the bathroom." "What?" "She went to the bathroom." "How long has she been in there." The officer stuttered slightly, not entirely sure how to answer the question. "How long?" "Uhm, I don't know. A little while, she isn't feeling good."
Sherlock and John ran towards the bathroom door full speed and started to slam on the door. "Elizabeth! Open up! Right now! Elizabeth!" Sherlock sounded desperate as no answer came. He took a step backwards and slammed his foot against the door, kicking it open. "Hey! You can't do that!" Sherlock had been planning to run forward to help her but he hadn't been prepared for the sight in front of him.
Elizabeth laid slumped against the bathroom wall in a pool of her own blood. He couldn't move as he saw the little shard of glass in her hand, her breathing was shallow but it was still there. John sprang into action and leapt forward, he applied pressure on her arm. "Call the ambulance! Now!" Sherlock moved forward, pushing on the open wound. "Elizabeth wake up! Open your eyes for me."
He took her pulse, it was slow and barely there but it was still there. She was losing too much blood way too fast. "Does anyone have type O negative blood?" None of them reacted. "Does anyone have type O negative!" "No, no one does." John had grabbed his tie and wrapped it around her arm, cutting of the blood flow. Soon they heard the sound of sirens as the ambulance arrived.
Elizabeth was picked up and helped into the ambulance as they gave her a blood transfusion. An officer offered to drive them to the hospital, as they trailed the ambulance. They sat in the back of the car shaking slightly. "She slit her wrist. She tried to kill herself." "There wasn't anything you could have done to prevent this Sherlock." "I could have made her stay in England where I would have been able to protect her!" Sherlock yelled.
"Stop Sherlock! Don't you dare blame yourself! You couldn't keep her in England! That isn't possible! We got here on time, which is all that matters!" When they arrived at the hospital they waited in the emergency room. There was no one else there for her. They didn't know how to contact her friends or anyone she cared for, when she woke up she would be alone.
The doctors came to tell them that they had been there just in time and she would survive. There wouldn't even be any permanent damage, except for the scar of course. She was still unconscious but she would wake up soon enough. They let them sit at the hospital bed waiting for her, it felt to familiar.
Sherlock reached forwards and grabbed her hand softly, running his fingers over the back of it. "What do we do when she wakes up, John?" "I don't know. I suppose she'll go and live with her guardians." "We can't just let her stay in Belgium. It is too dangerous." "She'll most likely go into protective custody." "You know that that won't be good enough." "We can't just take her away." "I know, but I wish we could."
"Where are they anyway?" "Who?" "The guardians." "I wouldn't know, maybe you should ask the officers." Sherlock nodded and got up to talk to the officers outside of Elizabeth's room. They had been stationed there as a precaution in case Moriarty tried anything again. "Where are her guardians?" "Excuse me?" "Her godparents. Did you manage to contact them?" "Uhm. Her godmother is on her way back from Thailand and her godfather still hasn't answered his phone."
"Is there any way we can call her friends? Do you have her phone?" "It wasn't with any of her belongings." He cursed slightly and went back into the room. "They won't be here for a while." He took her hand again and John placed his hand on top of Sherlock's holding her together. "Whatever happens to her we will stay with her."
Elizabeth's had twitched slightly and they immediately fell silent. The teen groaned and rubbed her head softly. "Elizabeth." She blinked in confusion. "What? Where am I?" "We are at the hospital." For a second she seemed to be disorientated, she didn't seem certain why she would be in a hospital. Once she realised what had happened her hand flew to her arm and let out a broken sob.
"No. No this cannot be happening. Tell me I dreamt it. Tell me this isn't true!" When neither of the man reacted she broke down. "No! Why didn't you just let me die! Why did this happen! Why didn't you just leave me alone! Why did he do this? Why? Why?" Sherlock got up and wrapped her arms around the girl. She let her head fall into his shoulder as she shook. "Don't ever do something like that again Elizabeth. Never."
"My family is gone and now everyone else is in danger. As long as I am alive everyone I care for is a chew toy for Moriarty!" "Don't say that Elizabeth." "It is the truth!" she pushed the detective of her. Everyone I care for is in danger because I am alive! You should have let me die!" He grabbed Elizabeth's face and made her meet his eyes. "Never say that again. Killing yourself won't help anyone. Do you think your parents would have wanted you to die so they could live? Do you think your friends want you to die for them?"
"No but that doesn't matter! Because they are dead!" "It does matter! You dying will not stop anything! If you died it would only hurt them!" "That doesn't matter if that means that they get to stay alive!" "It does! Elizabeth they would blame themselves just like you are doing now!" she whimpered as Sherlock pulled her into another hug. "I just don't want anyone else to get hurt again. I don't want anyone else to die."
"Then don't die." "That might protect them for him." "You would let him win." "I DON'T CARE WHETER HE WINS OR NOT! I JUST WANT EVERYTHING TO GO BACK LIKE IT WAS!" "That doesn't mean you have to kill yourself!" "But I don't want." "Elizabeth please listen to me. If you die nothing will ever be the same again. You dying won't do anyone any good. Your friends will never forgive themselves if you were to die. They would never be able to live their lives the same way again. If you die, we would never be able to forgive ourselves. We need you Elizabeth. We love you."
"But I just, I just want, I just can't." He pulled her in tighter. "Promise me never to do this again. If you ever think about killing yourself again. If you ever feel like you have no other option but to hurt yourself, please just talk to us. Promise me you will always call us if something happens. Promise me." "I don't know if I. I can't." "Please Elizabeth. Please promise me." He ran his fingers through her hair and carefully rocked her back and forward. "Okay. Okay. I promise. I promise."
A/N: First of all I hope all of you who had exams did well and are now having an amazing vacation. Secondly I'd like to thank you for reading another chapter! I hoped you liked it, please do leave a comment if you do! I really appreciate it a lot! Every single review makes my heart swell!